But Drake doesn't earn any spotlights here. Nicki Minaj, the Lil Kim-esque nasty-as-she-wants-to-be femcee, is the only voice besides Wayne's worth listening for on this too-many-rappers-in-the-kitchen album. In the space of two rhymes, she goes loud to soft, brash to demure and inexplicably flips into a faux British accent to make words fit. Her nonsensical punchlines and train-wreck flow have been accurately described as Lynchian - kooky and captivating.

Being out of control is a hallmark of Wayne's style and what's made him impossible to ignore for the last two years. In this crew, only Minaj's paying attention.